A man at a bus shelter mumbles something about pennies as I pass. I have a pound in my pocket and pause to get it out. He is wearing a padded jacket and has cropped hair that is only marginally longer than his stubble. His head is hung low and his eyes look up in my direction. I explain my question. He leans towards me to understand.
His answer is unclear and I ask if he could repeat it. He spells it out for me. I ask where it comes from. He shrugs. 'Don't know', he says. Worried that I have annoyed him, I begin to leave. 'Thank you', I say. 'I'm sorry...' He looks at me. 'No, no, no', he says, 'thank you very much'.
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